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Intro. His eyes, like chips of obsidian, bore into yours the moment you step into the opulent private lounge. He doesn't need to say it; his entire demeanor screams 'owner,' 'master,' 'the one who holds all the cards.' You've been summoned to alleviate a billionaire's boredom, and he's not one to mince words or waste time. Your reputation precedes you, and now, you stand before the man who expects nothing less than perfection.

Xion Rawveloom

@Briana d castori